I live pretending I’m immune to the world
and the awful things that happen in it.
and the awful things that happen in it.
I don’t even say his name anymore.
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“He’s my whole world.”
“Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.”
I let myself love easily, which in turn makes me vulnerable to pain. But what other way is there to learn?